Our great social and political advantage is opportunity.
GEORGE WILLIAM CURTISA journal should be neither an echo nor a pander.
More George William Curtis Quotes
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A tree which has lost its head will never recover it again, and will survive only as a monument of the ignorance and folly of its Tormentor.
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Dreams come true if you survive the hard times!
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The big mistake that men make is that when they turn thirteen or fourteen and all of a sudden they’ve reached puberty, they believe that they like women. Actually, you’re just horny. It doesn’t mean you like women any more at twenty-one than you did at ten.
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A river is the cosiest of friends. You must love it and live with it before you can know it.
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Progress begins with the minority. It is completed by persuading the majority, by showing the reason and the of the step forward, and that is accomplished by appealing to the intelligence of the majority.
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Reputation is favorable notoriety as distinguished from fame, which is permanent approval of great deeds and noble thoughts by the best intelligence of mankind.
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Happiness lies, first of all, in health.
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Age is a matter of feeling, not of years.
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The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.
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Our common liberty is consecrated by a common sorrow.
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Heroes in history seem to us poetic because they are there. But if we should tell the simple truth of some of our neighbors, it would sound like poetry.
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Prussia is great because her people are intelligent. They know the alphabet. The alphabet is conquering the world.
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A journal should be neither an echo nor a pander.
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In the journey of the year, the autumn is Venice, spring is Naples, certainly, and the majestic maturity of summer is Rome.
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I walked beside the evening sea And dreamed a dream that could not be; The waves that plunged along the shore Said only: “Dreamer, dream no more!”
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